her: hi!
Me:
her: hello?
lightning can definitely strike twice

Some that have
And those that don’t
Both live
Upon this earth

But, it’s what they do
And what they don’t
That really
Proves their worth
WIZDUMBs BY JA 61

spent a birthday,
and a new year too,
in a cold and unexciting psych ward.
(I'd been there so many times
it was really nothing new.)

I had so much free time.
I had nothing much to do.
I opened up a game on their computer
and laughed:
I was still save game slot number 2.

her breath colors the winter air gray
not the ugly kind of gray that winter snow ages into
and not the kind that's pretty either.
it's the kind of gray that's too fragile for time to sustain
it's the kind of fragile too light for scales to hold
it's the kind of light that wants to be lighter, that wants to be weightless
it's the kind of weightless that only knows bony arms and hollow cheeks
and it's the kind of bony, the kind of hollow, that turns ribs into cages
and cages into prisons for hearts that want to be—
not ugly, not pretty, not fragile, not light, not lighter, not weightless,
and not even bony or hollow—
but just
*be.

I was a Heavy heart who couldn't carry the blame of your mistakes of becoming the man you said you wouldn't be.

      _ismahan